The city of Kenabres is buzzing with activity as all the vendors are out early, setting up colourful tents and caravans to hawk their wares. At noon, the Lord Hulrun himself will be blessing the festival himself, people have started to gather in St. Clydwell square to get a good spot to witness the speech of the Lord Ruler.

Iko walks through the square with a smile to everyone he passes and a slight bow to those who return it. He moves gracefully avoiding cntac with most everyone along the way. His finely toned body moving effortlessly, his monk robes of blue and white. He finds spot near where the Lord Ruler Hulrun will make his speech and he waits.

Don walked through the streets in an even more irritated mood. The caravan here had been long and dirty and the wagon containing his special crossbow had fell into a ditch where it was broken! Don didn't have near enough money to buy another one and had to make do with a common light crossbow.

Maybe there is some mercenary work or something else? I am almost broke. Don thought to himself as he found himself heading to the square to hear the speech.

Lynn uses her time to seek out the beauty in Kenabres. As she draws the colourful chaos of tents and caravans she is sorry that she only has grey pencils. She plans to buy coloured pencils the first thing when she gets the next payment. She already has the cracked wardstone in her notebook. And she hopes that Terendelev, the ancient Silver Dragon of Kenabres will be on stage during the speech of Lord Hulrun. And that the speech is long enough for her to make a sketch of the mighty dragon.

As the time nears she searches a spot where has a good view on the events to come at St. Clydwell and a wall to lean at. She'd prefer a heightened place to sit on. But she was not the only one with that idea and the good places to sit are all taken already. To pass the time Lynn starts a sketch of St. Clydwell.

Tink walks down the avenues between between the merchants stalls, stopping at almost every one to see what they are selling.

He finds some blue ribbon at one stall, and decides to humor Blue, so buys that for him. After handing it over the over excited bird quickly squirrels it away before taking flight to look for the next blue bauble.

SteelGate pulls the cart along beside, eyeing the people with significantly more interest than Tink. He has never been comfortable in crowds.

As the streets start to empty as the crowd funnels into the square for the speech, Tink is dragged along in the flow of bodies and soon finds himself unable to see anything for the people around him standing taller than he is.

Blue and Tink's empathic link flashes with excitement as the bird spots interesting items from the sky above. To him, interesting mostly consists of colour.

After a few moments Tink catches on that something is about to happen, and even as disinterested as he is, something on this scale might impact him as well. Instead of jostling to get a view he calls out to SteelGate to ask him to lift him above the crowd. Within moments Tink has one of the best views of the gathering in the square.

Standing patiently Iko, looks around at the gathered crowd and his eyes go wide at the sight of a elderly Ratfolk being held aloft by a massive metal man.
Iko smiles, really enjoying every new thing he see's outside of the monastery.

As The crowd gathered in Clydwell Plaza quieted as the aged inquisitor took the stage, clad in shining, resplendent armor. He cleared his throat, but just as he was about to speak, a bright light shone from the west, as if the sun were rising from the wrong direction. Hulrun’s shadow fell huge and distorted across the cathedral’s facade. A moment later, the sound of a thunderous explosion ripped through the air and earth, along with a violent tremor.

To the west, the fortress known as the Kite—the location of
Kenabres’s wardstone—had vanished. In its place, a brilliant
plume of red fire, lightning, and smoke erupted into the heavens.
A moment later, a powerful roar accompanied a welcome
sight rising from the crowd—Kenabres’s greatest guardian, the
ancient silver dragon Terendelev, who had until that moment
been attending the opening ceremony disguised as a human.
Above, another form appeared, as nightmarish as the dragon
was breathtaking. A humanoid shape three times the size of any
man, with skin coated in fire and lightning, gripped a flaming
sword and whip. The creature’s identity was immediately obvious:
Khorramzadeh, the Storm King of the Worldwound, had come
to Kenabres!

As the ground continued to shake and disgorge demons
into the streets, the dragon and the balor lord clashed above.
The fight was over in a few harrowing moments, as the balor
cut deep into Terendelev’s body, swooping down to strike the
dragon and arresting her charge. A few more blows, and the
titanic duo spiraled downward toward the crowd.

The sight of the dragon smashing into the facade of the
Cathedral of St. Clydwell is one no witness would ever forget. At
that moment, a titanic demon erupted at the far end of the plaza,
reducing several buildings to ruins as it smashed into this world.
The rift it created shot across the plaza, and this time there was no
escape—it opened below your feet, angling away into darkness.
Even as you fell, the dragon noticed your plight. Though she saw
death standing over her, she seized this final chance to save a few
more souls. After she uttered a few arcane words and stretched
out a bleeding talon, you felt her magic take hold of you, slowing
your plummet into the darkness as if you were feathers falling
into a pit. Yet the fall remained as inexorable, and as you drifted
downward into the depths, the last thing you saw was the Storm
King standing before the ancient silver dragon, his sword lashing
out and cleaving full through her neck. As her severed head fell,
the rift above you slammed shut, and the light of the world above
was gone.

Each of you wakes up with a splitting head ache, you can hear moaning and groaning you can hear wailing and crying. There is an absence of any light, the darkness is cold and weighs heavy on each of you in its own way.

Lynn opens her eyes. She needs a moment to sort out where she is and to remember what happened. As she does she starts crying "Terendelev! Noooohohoho!" Her sight blurred by the tears she sits there sobbing. If even the strongest can't stand against evil anymore it could be as well the end of the world.

Tink is awoken by the incessant pecking of Blue on his forehead. He stumbles over to the body of SteelGate. "I really need to get around to finding some way to keep him around when I pass out." he says to himself, checking over the construct to ensure it isn't damaged. After checking on his cart, and belongings (which are strewn about haphazardly), and collecting them into a pile he replies, "Who asks?"

Lynn looks around. Still sobbing she collects her now dirty journal. The cover and the pages kinked and dirty. She flips through the pages. Most of the drawings are still fine. But the middle pages where it landed are ruined with dirt. Her box of pencils is broken, the lid hanging loosely at only one hinge, the pencils strewn on the ground. Lynn collects the pencils back into the box and tries to put it together again but it's no use. She uses some twine to bind it together and packs it away in her backpack.

Last she picks up her Glaive. "Hello?" As it is dark and not everyone can see here as she does she cast daylight on the tip of the glaive and holds it up.

bright light in a 60-foot radius, another 60 dim light, or 120 for those with low light vision

"If you pay up front I'll accept the offer - under the condition that you answer all my orders with Yes Ma'm or No Ma'm and do as I tell you." Lynn tells the man giving him a stern glare.

Turning back to the problem at hand she looks around for a stick or something. Once she got one she cuts two inch off her blanket and wraps it around the leg and the stick.
Heal:1d20 + 3 ⇒ (14) + 3 = 17"Here hold on to me and try to get up." Lynn tells while supporting her.

Over the course of all this discourse Tink has continued fiddling on SteelGate who whirs to life after about a minute.
Once SteelGate is moving once again, Tink begins to look through the pockets of the closest deceased, for anything of value, or even of interest. He comes across a corpse under a boulder every now and then which he calls SteelGate over to move.
Appraise, to find most valuable items:1d20 + 9 ⇒ (1) + 9 = 10

Blue flaps about above the carnage, occasionally flying down to peck at a shining ring, or button. He takes particular interest in a blue embroidered handkerchief showing out of a man's pocket. It takes him a while to pull it out.

As Lynn has Aniva standing she takes a look around who else might need help and who could help to take over Aniva. As well as for an exit from this place they fell in.
Perception:1d20 + 5 ⇒ (16) + 5 = 21

You would think money would motivate them to get moving and leave these dead weight behind. I will get them to my side

"I don't have the money now woman, My mansion is above and my vault is well protected. I will pay you once we are there safe."

Horgus stops when Iko shouts, slinking back a bit into the cave in trying to hide.

"wha...what.. is it? Someone kill it quick before it can kill us!"

Horgus is unfriendly towards the party, I will not give a negative this time to Lynns comments because he is quickly distracted but if he or anyone else gets to hostile they will attempt to flee. Horgus is also good for the money.

Tink casts detect magic a few times, just looking for any magical auras. "If someone helps me fix the cart the wounded can ride it." Tink says looking over his cart more closely now Know Engineering:1d20 + 9 ⇒ (11) + 9 = 20. As everyone is too occupied with the spider Tink says to SteelGate"SteelGate, please go poke that thing and see if it moves."

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